Hi. My name is Enola Tey Esiw. Not really, but I go by that a lot of places... I picked up on a baby-names website when I was looking at the meaning of my name that Enola was alone backwards... so I adopted it to fit my needs! Enola Tey Esiw backwards is "wise yet alone," which fits me perfectly. I think. Never kept friends for to long... divorced parents... yep, thats me.

ALL ABOUT ME: (Well, not ALL about m, but as close as you can get ; P )

Name: _ _ _ _ _ Petra _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (sorry, that's CENSORED)

Hair: Dirty blonde, shoulder-length, and curly. And I mean CUUURLY!

Eyes: Green! YAY! (Why I'm happy about this, I have NO idea)

Age: All anyone needs to kow is I am a rebelious and wild teenager. Other than that: No comment. Unless I like you : P

Where I live: Northern _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ , US of A (CENSORED again)

Favorite books: Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, Eragon, and Animorphs

Favorite music: Fall Out Boy, Serj Tankian, Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, Simple Plan, Miley Cyrus, Nickelback

What I'm most afraid of: Either death or me, I'm not sure...

Weird stuff: Does everything count?

I'm looking for beta readers! I gave up on looking myself, so, if you're a beta and would like to beta one of my stories, please PM me! I need one for:

Cassie's Run

Hope is All You Got

With My Will It's My Way

The Wedding Files

Preferably someone who has written Ani-fan fic, and can get back within a day or two. Pls read the stories and PM me so I can look at your profile. I REALLY need a beta, as I keep messing up, so... PLEASE!

92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this in your profile if you would be the 8 percent that would be laughing your ass off.

Just because we eat animals for food, doesn't mean we can cut them up for clothing! If you are against fur coats, clothing, boots, etc, copy this into your profile.

If you think those kids should just give the Rabbit his damn cereal put this on your profile!

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile.

If you're hyper, like being hyper, and are hyper all the time, copy this into your profile.

If you are non-stop on this computer, copy this into your profile

Please read this as it show's how much humanity is messed up. I cried when I read this, because one of my best friends has to go through this almost daily.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

Favorite quotes:

"Mommy! The pen is out of oil!" - said by my little sis, Audra, as she yells to mom about the pen being out of ink.

"If we all just lived then why do people die?"

My brother, Xander. Being weird. As per usual.

ME: So... how's life?

MIKE: Dead.

ME: What?

MIKE: I'm dead.

ME: Okay... why?

MIKE: The world will end today.

ME: Right... walking away now... (said as I slowly edge away).

Me and my buddy Mike being weird. Well, he was being weird. Does that mean I was, too? Oh, and FYI: the world did not end.

MOM: Honey, look at the pretty flowers!

ME: I'm, to sexy for the flowers, too sexy for the flowers, oooh, sexy.

MOM: Hney, that's not really appropriate in front of your sister.

ME: I'm, too sexy for my sister, too sexy for my sister, oooh, sexy.

Story: I LOVE the 'I'm Too Sexy' song, so... I like to insert random thing into it and sing. : )

SO... yeah. Read pretty stories now?